Ode to the Follower
Oh what humorous tragedy
set on by imperfection.
To caress the inhibitions
of the ones who shine.
Go forth! Display what you can’t
Whether it be by heaven or man,
this display prepared for the masses
fails.
The choices that were made
shot back in the face
of the one who chose.
Oh experienced one,
please do show your talents
of thoughtlessness.
You know of your mistakes
only after you have made them.
Take a seat, listen to the ones
who you underestimate
to lead.
Send the talent that does not exist
to display the inability to perform.
Now you, one who knows not what to do,
show I, the follower, how to showcase
my talents.
Because you, of all, are the one who
has trained under me.
Now it is I who is under, and why?
The works I have shown,
are they not recognizable to the eye
of the creator?
When the masses cheer, is it for you,
the one who knows not what to do?
I certainly think not!
I worked for nothing now it seems,
to be shown as the one who is talentless,
but it is you who lacks the preparedness
to lead.
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